Loosing a friend as a teenager is hard.
I never really lost anyone close to me. Besides my grandfather who died before I was born, everyone is still alive.
I never felt the pain of knowing that he wouldn't be at school the next day. Waking up, knowing that he is still gone is hard. September 29, 2008, was the worst Monday morning I have ever encountered.
It's been a month without him, but in class sometimes I stop and wonder what he would be saying in this seminar, or what he would be doing his project on. It seems as though everyone has moved on.
I turn 16 in 23 days, and to think that you were only 16 when God took you, it frightens me. Sometimes when I stop to think about it I get teary eyed, but the truth is I still haven't fully broken down and cried yet. Keeping busy seems to be the best thing.
Rest in peace, I'll never forget you.